Black heart

Let me to wind
The hands without link
The thought without end
The whises without be realized

Next to a grave
Together with the forgetly
The shore of abyss
Ready to jump

Do n't bring me flowers
Don't bring me smiles
I just need to arrive at transition
and back to world

The suffering is a cycle
That pass for phases
and when the cycle finish
under the light of truth I'll live

Story without ending
fixed look
at time without answer
only hear screams

Do n't bring me flowers
Don't bring me smiles
I just need to arrive at transition
and back to world